“If the doorbell rings answer it. It will be for you!”Yep, there was that sound again, definitely a sob. Tears at last, though I’m sure not shed... for our marriage…The doorbell rang as if on cue. Sandra opened it to see her father. His eyes burned with righteous fire. I felt the slap from the other side of the house!“From this minute on you have no family. Live in streets, that’s how whores like you survive right?”“Papa, please…”“Your mother would have died to hear about this! Thank God she’s. The guys pounded away, harder and harder. I was getting wetter and wetter, actually it was quite enjoyable, I like a rough fuck. On and on he went, it wasn’t too long before I came noisily. Ebony scream out as she orgasmed soon afterwards. The two guys were replaced my two more, they slipped their cocks in our sopping wet cunts. They pummelled away; my hair was tugged back hard as my guy continued to fuck me. It wasn’t too long before we both where yelling as we came again. Two more guys, same. And her moans only increased with this.“FUCK MEEE FASTER… HARDERRRRR.. YESSS LIKE THAT… DON’T STOOOPP… DON’T STOOOPPPPPP.. I AM CUMMINGGGGG… DON’T STOOOO……”She had already cum twice. I was also now close to cumming, and I asked her where does she want me to cum. She asked me to cum on her ass but not to get out of her right before cumming as she would soon cum again.Hearing this I started banging her hard and started to pull her hair which was tied in a ponytail with one hand, I started. After Jen woke up she started to cry. I assured her that I loved her, that the night before wouldn't change our marriage. We made love. I was dying to get more details of the previous night, but I knew the memory was too close. Over the next few days Jen told me everything."How was he?" We were in bed caressing each other. After Jen didn't respond, I said, "I know you're afraid of hurting my feelings, but you won't, I promise. Please tell me, I want —" He was good," Jen interrupted. "He was.